Many years ago Big Guy made a present for me in his Church nursery class. It consisted of the following poem pasted on a paper plate under which were his handprints in poster paint:
Sometimes you get discouraged,
Because I am so small
And always leave my fingerprints
On furniture and walls.
But every day I'm growing.
I'll be grown some day
And all those tiny handprints
Will surely fade away.
So here's a little handprint,
Just so you can recall
Exactly how my fingers looked
When I was very small.
Big Guy's chubby toddler hands have grown into man hands and fingers that stretch a full octave, and two keys more, on the piano keyboard. A week ago he performed in his Senior recital. Although I've attended many recitals, I don't think I've ever been able to clearly see his hands like I could this time. I was fascinated and awed by the intricate fingering and powerful movement up and down the keyboard as he played DeBussy and Rachmaninof. He was dramatic, yet controlled. Poignant, yet precise. Those hands, once very small, were masterful.
You deserve a big hand, Big Guy. Thanks for sharing your splendid talent with us.
Posted by Cyppy at 5:36 PM
